Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.